

ConfrontationSick. That's what you are.Confrontation
All you are.
You haunt your way into others lives, taking what you can when you can, with no regard for the subtle but unbearable pain you cause.
Your fingers have been kissed by death, coated with a thin layer of dew-like frost. With your touch comes a burn unlike that of fire or chemical. It is a burn that penetrates--instantaneous--with the connection and does not allude to any compassion. There is no crying out. There is no pain. That is simply not an option.
I am here because it is a requirement you have made for yourself. Your necessity is my finale made infi


Musings at MidnightWhat is your essence? What is the driving force behind your existence? How do you know what you are, what others are..?Musings at Midnight
There are an endless sea of questions with unsatisfactory answers. Questions and answers. They belong together. The concepts cannot exist in the absence of another (or the possibility of the other). Are we all in such harmony? Is there anything that exists independent of an opposite? Are there chains and hold all in a balance, nameless and lacking identity?
Even matter which was one thought to have no opposing substance or idea has antimatter. In the destruction of matter there is creation. &n
i saw that you viewed my page so i just thought i'd drop by and say hello...hello
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Close one world. txen eht nepO
[Courtesy of your friendly, neighborhood Thunder Dragon.]
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You are sooo lucky they don't allow hanging in this town... jaywalker.
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You are sooo lucky they don't allow hanging in this town... jaywalker.
I think everything is sort of 'okay,' oh don't I have some tales of woe to share, too. Damn Pennsylvania. Once I'm home from Pennsylvania. I'll put my money on inebriated too, and then we can both watch anxiously to see how it all turns out, and whether we'll need to mortgage our houses or have an opulent, lavish spending spree at Toys R' Us afterward. I have determined that my mother is the woman who will stalk up to that store in the middle of the night and turn the R around.
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You piss me off, Salmon... you're too expensive in restaurants.
O-..Oh. ... Oh, I meant.
The jezebel!
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You piss me off, Salmon... you're too expensive in restaurants.
You make me pee myself with joy!
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You piss me off, Salmon... you're too expensive in restaurants.
BEFRIENDED
BAM BAM BAM
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You piss me off, Salmon... you're too expensive in restaurants.
.. uhm.. Here. For adding me and showering me in pixel love..
And.. A fotune.
Twenty years later..
Aww, thank you, syphillis.
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